Don't flatter yourself that it's about you
All you are is a catalyst,
A vector,
To my
loneliness.
Legs suddenly shaking and I have to sit down
Absorb the meaning of it all,
the implications
Of the news.
I was right to leave your cold arms where you slept
And wander out into the unsure night
To find more than this;
A shooting star.
My ragged breaths betray my calm exterior
Yet at least (ironically!) no one sees
The tears that fall.
I am
alone
Except for the pounding in my head and heart
Through the sudden burst of anxiety.
The rest of the world rushes on.
I am left behind.
But just when I think no one can understand my heartache
I remember that life is not so hopeless
As it can seem, and off the chair
I fall to my knees.
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